Emily Watson shouted, "Shut up!"
Her face instantly turned deathly pale, her body shivering, as she stared fixedly at the man kneeling on the ground, her feet instinctively stepping back in retreat.
Isaac Tuffin crawled forward on his knees, grabbing the hem of Emily Watson's cheongsam with eyes as red as blood, "I beg you, please let him spare my life." The sleeve on his wrist slid down, revealing an arm covered in scars.
Emily Watson stiffened completely, unable to move her feet, her mouth agape, struggling to breathe.
He?
Who is he?
Isaac Tuffin turned his head in terror once again.
Emily Watson slowly lifted her head.
Outside the iron gate, another person was standing. The lightning illuminated him: he held a black umbrella in his hand, which covered his face, and Emily Watson could only see his hand holding the umbrella.
"Who's there?"
